Oops...

Foreword: I'm not going to worry about formatting. If I turn this into a regular thing, sure. I don't care right now though.

The "Oops..." in the subject isn't related to any kind of intermalicious urges or the sort. I merely forgot this existed and can't sleep due to... Reasons. My girlfriend is asleep and likely did so thinking I would soon follow, but here I am, writing, immediately after purging my page of anything relating to my last fixation. After doing so, I realise* that puts me Largely out of any kind of social interaction or Friends outside of the aforementioned girlfriend. She lives ~4000 miles away. It doesn't take an expert to acknowledge that might be Mildly Suboptimal. This is the perfect activity to:

A.) Convince myself I'm doing something to fix my Moderately shitty situation and

B.) Keep myself occupied. 

Laying back down will only make everything worse. Despite changing my name and online persona about four times since and neglecting this account for four months, that doesn't ease my worries that the reason I'm Like This isn't actively reading. But I've moved on.**

I wouldn't really call today 'bad'? Dani*** finished her playthrough of Ocarina of Time (her favourite) yesterday, and she wanted to try Twilight Princess (my favourite) today and she's had fun with it. I've paid frustratingly little attention to this playthrough so far because my attention span has just been Horrid lately. I've been fiddling with my new mp3 player for the past couple days, but my mental Swamp is older than that. I shouldn't be depressed. Maybe I'm just enlightened, and worldly matters are but raindrops in a courtyard. Sigh. 

I'm trying to get a job at the moment, and Allegedly have been for several years months now. My act of writing This and not my resume should suffice as a show of my plight. I need to remember to go Outside and ask if the vintage shop two blocks down is hiring. The owner says it "sells unusual objects," so I naturally have to investigate and be paid for it. Also they might have cds and I want a discount. Could I pass as enough of a hipster to work at a vintage record shop? Halfway through typing that sentence, I realised I was writing a blog. So don't answer that. 

This was largely an update on the past Week. With any luck I'll come back to write more tomorrow and write about the other fifteen in between now and the last time I logged in. 

*I use British spellings for some things specifically to sound more pretentious. Fret not, I'm a red white and blue blooded American. (For now.)

**(She says, immediately after redoing her entire layout and cutting off half her friends because she accidentally sat on the wrong side of the bed for too long.)

***(Girlfriend of six months.)